The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 73: DEAL

Doctor Gita's gaze glared far away, he was slipping into the passage of time that threw him, exactly 20 years ago.

Doctor Gita began to tell stories, although tightness is now so bothering him, his breathing was wheezing. However, for some reason, since meeting with Tristan there is one belief that makes him dare to take the crazy decision.

“Then, when I was five years old, I was taken by papa for a walk. Papa's fault, go to a place that has never been visited at all. Well, in a lake that is so quiet,” Doctor Gita again wiped her tears that continue to fall.

“Suddenly, there was a group of people carrying motorcycles that attacked us. Almost kidnapped me. We all screamed, but absolutely no one helped.”

The girl went deeper. His shoulders were shaking violently. It stopped for a few seconds, again rounding its voice.

“Papa absolutely cannot martial arts. He got beaten up by those people to save me!” His crying became more unstoppable.

Tristan's conscience as if moved, he reflexively pulled the girl's shoulder and clasped into her arms.

His arm rubbed Doctor Gita's back slowly. Hope to give you peace. Although his own lips were silent and wanted to hear the continuation.

“They beat papa mercilessly. We were screaming for help, but it was free. Because the location is far from the settlement. Until finally, there were police officers. The lake manager did not dare to intervene, because he said they were an unforgiving motorcycle gang. The only way to do that is to call the police. When interrogated, they were misdirected. And papa ..” Doctor Gita breathed heavily once, “Papa breathed his last!”

Gita enters into Tristan's arms. Crying hysterically, as if this was the first time the girl who was known to be fierce exploded her grief.

Tristan himself did not know how to calm her down, other than to grab the girl tighter. Keep stroking Gita's back.

Long enough they hugged, until when Gita was calmer, he glanced and immediately distanced his body when he realized, immediately turning his body, turning his back to Tristan with a face flushed with shame.

“Nothing,” said Tristan iba. “Indeed you should have shared sadness. If you keep stacking yourself, one day it will explode and affect your mental state.”

Doctor Gita turned her head, “Thank you,” he said. He admitted, there was indeed a feeling of relief, the burden that had been squeezing his chest all this time was slowly shattered.

Gita continues the story, since the death of the papa, her mother hates her. Because at that time, the little Gita whined for a walk. If only they had stayed home, nothing would have happened. And her husband will not die. Such was the narrow thinking of his mother.

Yara, Mama Gita's been pushing her all this time. Gita must always obey all her wishes. Including arranging matchmaking that will be carried out in the near future. Gita refused it hard. This is his life, he has the right to decide for himself.

“Dan, you're the one in charge. Well, even though we've only known each other for a day, but I can feel it. Undeniably, your face is also good, not ugly very. Than the same choice of mother. His friends ‘kan already at old, iyeeuuh,” Cibir Gita whose feelings have improved.

“Oke, I accept! But we must have black over white for our wedding!” sahut Tristan raised his eyebrows.

“What? That's how easy you are to receive?” exclaim Gita does not believe. He thought he had to issue threats so Tristan wanted to.

“Because actually I was also betrothed. But lazy! My heart is already adrift with someone,” he said leaning back, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “But someone that I won't be able to reach, never!” he continued to open his eyes.

Doctor Gita gawked, silent for a moment to digest every utterance Tristan said. “OK, deal!” he said then extended his hand. The two shook hands with a wide smile that carved out each other's lips. Isn't this a mutually beneficial coincidence? There's no time anymore anyway.

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At the hospital, Jourrel riled up on his own. He could not contact Cheryl. The phone is still not activated. His heart was very tight, plus his mother who still silenced him.

Jourrel to the point of not touching his food at all. He only swallowed the drugs, until now issued a cold sweat and felt weak.

He just remembered the same Tristan hasn't come back since morning. Jourrell tries to contact his best friend. Afraid something might happen to her.

Connect~

Slippery aa tristan let's not tense mulu. As usual we will climb mountains and lewti valley 😌.. Well, this Abis want to panjak again with ayang Jou and Cheryl. handle yes 🤭 awaited the trail 😘